FIC: DREADFUL SAVIOR + A LITTLE BIT OF BYAKURAN FUN
It's been some time since I've last updated this journal. Actually, I'm not really in love with this pairing but...I'm on a weird pairing writing mood (even though this pairing is not so weird in Japanese fandom), I decided to give it a try...'cuz I'm extremely bored. ^^''
Title: Dreadful Savior
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Pairing: Mukuro/Leonardo (Guido Greco)
Rating: PG-13
Language: English
Warning: BL, spoiler for chapter 168
The underground sewer was full of distasteful smells. It was so unpleasant that no one would want to come down here and at the same time so pleasant that the mixture of odors was so strong that even dogs found it undistinguishable. And that…was exactly what he wanted.
Coal colored-eyes glanced around to; again, make sure he was the only living thing here aside from the usual sewer habitants so-called ‘pests’. Well, as he was here, it seemed he was also considered a pest in human society.
He watched as dozen of rats piled and feasted upon a dead single rat which might have been their friend.
Filthy little creatures acting only on survival instinct.
He struggled toward the nearest dark, slimy wall where he could sit down and rest against. He didn’t mind the dirtiness, knowing he himself was dirty and filthy enough. The ragged white shirt was splattered all over with red blood which still smelt so strongly as if it was his own scent.
Thin lips curled as he studied each crimson blot. They made such a beautiful pattern. The chain of his still-on handcuff jingled and the lone murderous boy laughed his song of bloody jingle bells.
Fifteen corpses for a Christmas Eve.
The young, insane Guido Greco.
His song sounded twice creepy and hollow as it echoed in his now sanctuary of dirt and sewage. He sang and he laughed…laughed so hard that he didn’t know when the merry laughter had turned into a sob.
The merciless killer was crying. The heartless monster still had tears.
No matter how many people he had killed, his bloody life was still worthless.
Like those hunger-driven rats.
He cried like a little boy, weeping and muttering incoherence. His knees against his heaving chest, he hugged himself so tight and started to rock. He cried so hard that he didn’t hear the footsteps approaching…until the selfish rats fled.
“Kufufu. I think I smell some bloody rats so I decide to come take a look. Didn’t expect to find such a big rat here.”
And the dark sewer resounded with a gentle but mischievous laughter.
The boy immediately snapped his head up, swollen eyes glaring dangerously at the uninvited visitor daring to invade his sanctuary. ..
Only to see a tall, lean man with mismatched eyes.
One eye was red and beautiful…like blood. Yet there had never been blood that glowed so eerily in the dark. That odd red eye…it was…fascinating.
The man chuckled, noticing how the boy was gazing at his one red eye. “Kufufu. Do you like it?”
Guido was taken aback. He tried to scoot away from the smiling man. The man was beautiful. His hair, the strange color of blue, was so long and pretty that he could have been mistaken for a woman. Yet as much as he seemed to be a soft-spoken type of a person, Guido’s instinct was fully on alarm.
He knew how look could be deceiving.
“…This eye of mine.”
The man was beautiful…as beautiful as the color of his odd eye…as much as…he was dangerous.
That beautiful eye…was dangerous.
“Don’t come near me.” The boy hissed, feeling the chills run down his spine as every single hair stood on end.
“Are you afraid now?”
The kanji in the red eye changed, turning from number six into number three. And suddenly, the place was swarmed with hundreds of hungry sewer rats.
“That you will be feasted upon like that dead little rat?”
Fearful black eyes swept across the disgusting wave of carnivorous rats; however, the fear was there only for just a minute before it completely disappeared to blankness.
The young murderer closed his eyes.
He was already a rat. He was already a pest. His life was nothing but a dream of misery.
Slowly but surely, the filthy boy hummed his bloody jingle bell tune.
This would be his dead and the suffering would end soon.
“Kill me.”
Please kill me. This life isn’t needed.
But the end didn’t come. It took too long and too quiet to come.
Guido opened his eyes.
There were no rats. All of swarming hungry rats…disappeared as if they had never been there…as if they were…
Illusion.
Yet the beautiful man still stood with an alluring yet mischievous smile.
“I like your resolve.”
He said as he offered him a hand.
“Would you like to…come with me?”
Guido once again closed his eyes.
Here was a beautiful man with a beautiful eye. Here was a man so dreadful he made even the dead heart of a murderer tingle.
Here…is my savior.
The boy took that hand.
From this moment on, my life…is yours.
And the bloody contact was once again made before the roaring storm came.
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“I like that song of yours. Teach me to sing that song some time, will you?”
Fin
I'm sorry but I can't help poking fun at TYL!Mukuro's hair. His ponytail is so long and girly that it's amusing (in a good way, of course!)
And since I was so bored and I couldn't resist chapter 197!Byakuran...I present to you...
Gesso Family Host Club!!! XD~ *shot*